Anxiety is a real thing. I used to have it until I found my challenge group and really was able to surround my self with women that think like me, have a dream like me and have a drive to be positive. Anxiety can be scary. You can feel alone. You can feel like you don’t matter. But guess? You do matter. You are needed in this world. Anxiety, for me was a mental game I planned on my self. Once i was able to change my mindset, my whole world changed! #anxietyanddepression#saddness#betteryourselfdaily#positivemindhappylife#happythoughtshappylife#mindshift

And my mates are all there trying to calm me down
'Cause I'm shouting your name all over the town
I'm swearing if I go there now
I can change her mind turn it all around
And I know that I'm drunk but I'll say the words
And she'll listen this time even though they're slurred
So I dialed her number and confessed to her
I'm still in love but all I heard was nothing <<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>> 《》《》《》《》《》《》《》
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#mystery#calm#quiet#me#tear#saddness#alone#deep

I really love the rebirth suit. I love the yellow around the bat symbol, I love the purple being the underside of the cape. It looks really good and it makes me wonder what Batman would look like with a dark purple instead of Black.

I tend to drive alone because im always consumed with something. This week I drove through Nevada, Utah and Wyoming to get to Colorado Springs to see my father. He is losing his battle w Parkinsons and in all likelihood wont make it to Labor Day. To see him now hollow, thin, ghostly white, sunken eyes and no real ability to communicate other than squeezing your hand, I think he knows the end is near and isnt afraid anymore. I love the man so much and have no butchered stories to try and overcome before his passing, yet there is always guilt. Guilt that I should have done more w him while he was a live, seen him more when he was ill and taken more responsibility for him upon his health turning for the worse. The burden of that was put on my younger sister Blair and her family who I will never be able to thank enough for doing what they have done for as long as they have. She and her husband are truly angels. I have a lot of memories of my father. He was my coach, my mentor, my fellow Syracuse sports junkie and my friend. But most of all, he made me the entrepreneur I am today. Dad, I will love you forever. You are my idol. I miss you already.

I hesitated to write this post because what was meant to be one of the happiest days in my life has become the saddest. Maccabee Asher Murray was meant to be born today via a scheduled c-section. .
Most of you know I recently lost my son, Maccabee at 28 weeks in utero over on May 26 due to a stricture in my umbilical cord.
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I decided to write this post because I know there are other women who have experienced this kind of loss and have grieved, are grieving or will grieve.
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I wish I could say the last 10 weeks have been easy or that each week gets better. What I have learned and which many have noted before me is that grief really does comes in waves, at first the waves continually knock you off your feet and you feel like you are drowning . Eventually the waves start calming down and come less frequently. But just when you think they have finally dissipated and you have started to feel more sure footed, another one hits you and knocks you down hard.
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You get up because you have to, you get up because you want to show up and be there for your son, you husband, your family, your friends and your career. You seek to find some normalcy and things that bring you joy, although that joy doesn’t feel as bright as you once remembered it. .
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Grief is a process, there is no set time line but it does get easier with time and it does help to have people to talk to, especially other women who have experienced a loss this great. I don’t know what I would have down without the weekly bereavement group for late term loss that I have been attending. It’s there I have shared the most and let myself be the most vulnerable and I am grateful that I live in a country where these important resources are readily available. .
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I write this post because I want more women to feel comfortable enough to seek help and talk about their grief and work through it. You are not alone, you will never be alone and if anyone is reading this post and feels alone then please reach out to me. It will get better, I truly believe that, I just need to be patient with myself and continue take it one day at a time. ❤️

You know I never knew that a red rose can grow in a dry 🌵 desert but in my garden grows blue roses of death 💀🥀// waiting for my blue roses to bloom and become a red rose 🌹 but just need that sun light to make them new look in the mirror and see yourself that your beautiful and let them not tell you other wise ♥️ you are special see both sides of the garden humans - girls / boys are the same you are a diamond in the rock 💎 #blueroses#tattoos#cartoon#art#drawings#depression#lonley#single#saddness#used#cheated#played#beautiful

I often wonder at what stage of life are you really learning the most? Some may argue as infants or teenagers, college or entering the workforce and that uncertain time of leaving home / entering adulthood. maybe for some it is if /when you become a parent or as an older adult and you can look at your life over a span of time? Im not sure, but our family has learned the last couple years to expect the unexpected. Some of unexpected moments have been scary, awfully sad, and others overwhelmingly joyful!
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#joy#saddness#loss#love#learning#family#childhood#adulthood101#lifeisstrange#lifeincolor#daddydaughtermoments#lifelonglearning

Skies were covered with a gray-mist that could seep into your lungs as gunpowder and liqour were the only things you could breathe in this city. Jealous jazz hands would fly into the air as the music was moments in people's minds and hearts. Gotham never slept. There would be no rest for the wicked, sickly person who dragged twelve year old girls out onto the streets like land waiting to be bought and sold up. There was always money to be made in Gotham. Nothing was too low for this city. Including the bodies laying in the ground. People were scared, scarecrows. With no loving embrace from someone to teach them the happy side of life. Yet, lucky for them, the city did have someone as of late, even though some weren't sure he'd stick around. Doctor Thomas Wayne, a Gotham billionaire who's entire family was a success. Someone needed to clean up these streets, maybe the benevolent man could do it. Or maybe Gotham would eat him whole.